September's Sweetness
This morning's peach
may be the last this season,
everything about it perfect.
The soft skin peels easily
to reveal sweet gold fruit.
I savor each piece,
hold it in my mouth
for just a moment longer.
From upstairs I hear
a plaintive whimper.
Riley is calling for me
to carry him downstairs.
I cradle his warm body
and hold on to the rail.
I want to hold him like this
for just a moment longer.
